Rebecca: I don't get it. Just when I thought I had you pegged, you go out and do something like you did today. Sam, that really was the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me.
Sam: Well, you deserve to have nice things done for you. You're a very nice person.
Rebecca: So are you. Sam? [they scoot closer together]
Sam: Yeah?
Rebecca: Is that your hand on my leg?
Sam: Oh, I'll be darned. My left hand does seem to be missing, doesn't it? Do you want me to move it?
Rebecca: Yes. [Sam removes his hand] That's not what I meant.
Sam: Oh, thank you, God.
Rebecca: Ah! [dashes away from Sam] Mr. Stone! Hi! What a surprise!
Greg: Oh, good evening. I wonder if we could have the table over there?
Rebecca: Mr. Stone, I'm not the hostess. I'm Rebecca Howe, from downstairs.
Greg: Ah, yeah, of course you are. Miss Howe. I guess I ought to say welcome back. I was a little surprised you agreed to the conditions, but if you can live with them, so can we. Ah, here's the maitre d'. I wonder if I could have that table in the other room? Nice to see you again.